15 June 2012

My wandering mind is simply too wandered-out to bother apologizing (yet again) for tumbling off ye ol' blogging wagon so I won't even mention how incredibly LAME I feel about this wobbly endeavor....this House of Wandering Eyes built on shaky ground....the foundation (and I don't mean underpinnings) sinking slowly into soggy soil. A wanderer should learn never to attempt anything that requires even a modicum of commitment.

I am again in third grade music class clicking open the metal clasp on a black leather case and lifting the lid to reveal plush teal velvet cradling the pieces of a clarinet. With careful movements, I assemble my new instrument marveling at the shiny ebony surface, the glistening metal parts, the pads and levers and reed. A short three lessons in and my dream of channeling Benny Goodman was dashed by one Mrs. Booth she of the music note broach and coral lipstick who decided with a dismissive shrug that I just didn't have the "breath" for wind instruments.

That afternoon, a cherry red Toyota Corolla sat in the parking lot at Figueroa Music Shop where a sign above the door declared "We rent instruments!" and inside a mother returned a black leather case to Mr Figueroa saying with a sigh "so much for a musician in the family".....while out in that cherry red Toyota, a little Wanderer decided he'd rather be Baryshnikov than Benny Goodman any day.

Nope. Won't even mention it.

Instead, I will share this stylish ensemble spied on the streets of Paris last week by yours truly and my (very envious) inner girl. We were wandering the Marais in a food-induced-near-coma...no doubt searching for another patisserie fix...the tarte tatins are all a blur but this lovely lady remains prancing on the ever-long runway of my mind.

17 May 2012

Once upon a time there was an adolescent Wandering Eye with a mouth full of braces and a head full of glamorous dreams including (but not limited to) dancing into the wee hours of the morn under the sparkle of spinning mirrored balls....and even if my poster covered bedroom was a far cry from a glittery NYC club, all I had to do was turn up the volume on Donna Summer's Greatest Hits and I was transported miles away....

16 May 2012

Time to dust off the invisible jet because I'm high-tailing it to Santa Fe for the new exhibition of work by one of my favorite artists: John Garrett. These beautiful hanging 'columns' incorporate hundreds of elements from keys and razor blades to vinyl records and toy wood blocks so I can't wait to see them up close and personal.....only thing is......where did I park that plane?

08 May 2012

I have to admit that when I sat down to watch the most recent version of Charles Dickens' classic, Great Expectations, my wandering expectations were far from those of the title....but once the opening credits started to flicker across my television screen, I knew I was in for an eerily beautiful visual treat. No one can spin a tale like Charlie and even if I found the adult Pip distractingly handsome (wait, what did he just say?) that's a minor complaint for a program that had me utterly engrossed. These images are from the set of Satis House.....home of Miss Havisham.....who knew decay could look so lovely?

01 May 2012

12 April 2012

It took me three weeks of on-again-off-again viewing to get through this film and I'm not sure if that was due to my wandering state of mind or my dislike of the main character who flits from relationship to relationship with nary a teased-hair thought of anyone but herself. Still, Oscar winner (over another Julie....as in Andrews....as in Mary Poppins) Julie Christie looks amazing as do the locations (London, Paris, Capri) and the mid-sixties styling but my favorite is my new movie star crush: Dirk Bogarde....what a face!

29 March 2012

Seeing as my inner gal is a tad short-waisted, I'm not sure she can pull off some of the boxier shapes in Olivier Rousteing's Fall 2012 collection for Balmain but (and there's always a big one of those around) with all this elaborate detail on display, she'll certainly give these clothes a (fashion) go.

About Me

In my thrillingly delusional existence as a world renowned designer, stylist, photographer, writer, flea-market scavenger and tap dancer my wandering eyes chance upon many items of wonder and beauty. This blog is where I share my visual discoveries. Thanks for wandering over and taking a look.

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